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Everyone's talking and simping for Kafka while my dumbass can only see this.

me when

Can I request Death with Life! Reader as a companion BUT, This life is different than the usual view of life being loving and gentle. People's phrasing of "Life is cruel" and Life is basically cold hearted and statue like faced, after all their job is to give a life not guide them through it. Every step they take on ground sprouts a new life forms but the moment they step away plants it starts to wither.

This is gonna be interesting to write but I’ll try my best!

Death with a life! Companion who is the version of “life is cruel”.

I decided to do in head cannon type story I hope your ok with that! It’s also gonna be a bit short as I don’t really know how to write this.

No mention of pronouns.

Yes you were the embodiment of life but you weren’t the “life is beautiful” type. You were the “life is cruel”.

You would give out a life to whatever new being was born and you could care less about them.

Anytime you walk anywhere besides your house you sprout new plants, however when you walk away from them they wither away faster then they sprouted.

Any time you saw a person complaining about how their life sucked you simply said”well my job is to give you life not hold your hand the whole time”.

Every time it makes people confused when you say that or something similar to that.

Death is a 50/50 with how you are, yes he always says that every living thing should value their life but he also gets where you coming from.

Sometimes when he comes back from collecting souls he tells you about people complaining about how it’s not their time and shit like that.

“My only job here is to give life and nothing else and your job is to end Their time”.

“It’s been out jobs for millions, and millions of years we can’t avoid our jobs”. You says once more.

He only sighs and sits down next to you in the chair beside you.

“Yes that is our jobs, but still they should learn to appreciate their lives”. Death adds in.

“They never will, very few living things have actually appreciated their lives”. You retort back at him.

“It’s not my fault when they constantly insult me why should I guide them and hold their hands”? You ask feeling a rage come up on you.

Death has accepted long ago that your gonna be like this till the end of time.

“Your never gonna change are you huh vida”? He sarcastically asks.

“No I will never change the way I think and go about how I think of them”.

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Happy Valentine’s Day mf <3

"Completely gutted today. The little girl called to let the world know what’s happening with her, to be saved, to get a second chance, and now she’s dead, murdered in a car with her family, being buried in a place where massacres will be permitted to take place." from Wear The Peace, 10/Feb/2024:

Oooo I love your writing and I wanted to put in an ask, what about modern day reader and death watching clean TikTok’s? I’ve been obsessed with them and i just imagine both of them dead ass sitting on her bed watching some lady put way to many chemicals in her toilet, while reader says something along the lines of, “in my entire immortal life I have never seen someone use that many cleaning products”.

-orchrid anon

There Was an Attempt:

Distractions

[Modern Days! Honestly a bit excited for this but also: MC has probably seen Team Friendship die and probably requested to be with them right before Muerte takes their souls (despite not liking seeing the people she’s close to die. It would be a development for her and Muerte definitely asked her more than once if she was sure). Plus, I don't know how many lives Kitty has left, but she probably has to watch Puss and Perrito pass away too if she still has, like, 4 or 5 lives left. Kitty is the last friend MC has to bury.]

They were supposed to be cleaning. Just like they do every weekend.

Instead, the both of them were now laying on their shared bed, (Y/n) with her phone in hand and scrolling through videos of people cleaning their houses instead. It was supposed to be a one minute break. But the next thing she knew, she was trapped scrolling through the videos. Muerte even tried dragging her out of it before eventually giving in.

“Fine, one more minute,” he had said, putting away the vacuum cleaner and settling down beside (Y/n) on the bed so he could watch her for one minute and then they’ll go right back to work.

Stupid new devices and their ability to take their attention so easily away from anything.

Even Muerte didn’t know what time or how long they’d been laying down on the bed, the vacuum cleaner and the rest of their chores forgotten as (Y/n) holds up her phone, watching some lady in a video dumping way too much chemicals in her toilet.

“I have never seen someone use so many cleaning products on one toilet,” she grumbled. “And I’ve lived a long time. Isn’t that toxic? Won’t she die from using that many products?”

Muerte shrugged, mildly amused. “I guess we’ll see.” He turns to the clock on the wall, letting out a sigh and patting (Y/n)’s side to catch her attention. “Now come on, we need to finish before the sun sets.”

“Yeah, yeah, just one more video, please?”

Muerte sighs. “Fine.”

---

It wasn’t just one more video.

“I bet I could chug that.”

“(Y/n),” Muerte warns, his eyes squinting at her at the joke as she laughs.

“It was a joke, querido,” She feels Muerte’s tight grip on her waist loosen a bit, shaking his head as he leans his head against her own, watching her continue to scroll through the cleaning videos.

Eventually it turned into those fridge restocking videos.

“We need to get one of those,” She hummed, watching the lady put dividers into her fridge.

“No we don’t.”

“Yes we do. I’m going to order it online.”

“Estrella.”

“Muerteee,”

---

Eventually, Muerte had decided to just snatch the phone away from her, tucking it in the back of his pockets.

“There, now can we please, get started?” He had his hands on his hips, eyes glaring at (Y/n) who had her bottom lip jutted out in that cute pout of hers, her hair already a mess from laying down in bed far too long.

“Fine,” she huffed, rolling onto her back and lifting her arms up at him. “Pull me up?”

Muerte rolls his eyes, grabbing onto both of her hands, about to pull her up when he was tugged into bed instead. (Y/n) falling into fits of giggles as he grabs onto her waist and pulls her out of the bed when she tries to escape, throwing her over his shoulder and walking out the room with a victorious huff.

“We’re finishing this!”

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